One of the few nice things about getting older is that you have more memories (except what I’ve forgotten). I can recall listening to the Roy Rogers show on radio. I know what its like to hear a double sonic boom that rattled the windows in our house. I remember when no one locked their house at night and car keys were stored in the ash tray or visor…when you could listen to the neighbors’ phone calls on the party line…when small towns had train depots and bus stations…and when we said a prayer at the beginning of every day at school.

But times change, for better or naught. And we press on into the future, whether we want to or not. This is my grand-children’s generation. And they can’t recall what I can. I can sit around recalling the good ole days, or I can make the most of the present. Because I’m now making memories for the next generation, I want to make every moment count.

What do you want people saying about you 50 years from now? Go to work on that project.